My Memoir. My brothers Al, Bob, and I witnessed our mom carried and dragged past us by men in white as we huddled against our living room wall. Dad arranged for Mom to be confined to a mental facility. He didnt bother considering to soften our confusion by explaining Mom was sick or where she was being taken. Shortly afterward, Dad had us transferred to a special school for three weeks. Actually, we were transferred to an orphanage. Again, he didnt bother preparing us for what was ahead of us the least of which was the absence of family influences. Our mom endured eleven years in a mental facility. We endured eight and a half years in